He Let Another Woman Play My Wife, So I Walked Away as His Real Wife Chapter 07

He Let Another Woman Play My Wife, So I Walked Away as His Real Wife Chapter 07

Claire had only sprained her ankle.

By the time Gavin reached the hospital, she had already finished the imaging tests. The doctor said nothing

was broken and that a few days of rest would be enough.

With tears still in her eyes, Claire reached for his hand.

“So… did you put off the divorce with Erin because of me after all?”

Gavin was silent for a long time.

Then he placed the final divorce decree in front of her.

Claire froze, and a look of hope crossed her face.

“So you’re really free now. Gavin, during those seven days… was there ever even one moment when you saw

me as your wife?”

Gavin didn’t answer.

Instead, he found himself thinking about the past thirty days. I hadn’t cried or looked back once.

For the first time, it finally hit him that I might truly have ended the relationship.

He left Claire with the nurse and returned to the apartment alone.

The silence inside felt almost unnatural.

The half of the walk–in closet that had once held my clothes was completely empty. My toiletries were gone from the vanity. The cups and dishes I always used had disappeared from the kitchen. Even the slippers I had worn for seven years, the pair usually left beside the entryway cabinet, were gone.

Our wedding photo had been hung back above the bed, but the two people in it looked like strangers.

Gavin picked up his phone and, for the first time, went back through every video in the group chat from the beginning.

The first year, after I took back my custom gown, I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for a long time. Outside the door, Gavin and his friends celebrated because he had won the bet.

The second year, I was sent to the guest room.

At two in the morning, I had messaged him:

[This is really hurting me. Can we please stop the game?]

He had seen it and deliberately ignored me.

One of his friends had bet that I wouldn’t last the night, and Gavin wanted to wait until I came knocking on

the door myself and admitted I’d had enough.

The third year, after I left the Whitmore family dinner, I walked alone in the rain for half an hour.

By the time Gavin caught up with me, I was soaked through. But the first thing he said when he pulled me into his arms wasn’t “I’m sorry.”

He laughed and announced, “Looks like I win again this year.

Gavin stared at the screen, his fingers beginning to tremble.

He had always believed my tears were proof that loved him. He never realized that every test took away another piece of what I still believed our marriage could be.

His friends were still asking in the group chat:

[How long before Erin comes back this time?]

Gavin suddenly hurled his phone at the wall.

“Who told you lot to bet on her?”

Someone seemed stunned for a few seconds before replying:

[Wasn’t that you?]

[The first year, you said you wanted to see how much she really cared about you.]

[You were also the one who told us to record everything so we could tease her about it later.]

Gavin had nothing to say.

No one had forced him.

He was the one who had turned his wife’s pain into a joke for his friends to enjoy.

Problems at the company followed soon after.

Once I left, two projects I had led were sent back by clients for major revisions. The clients asked to speak with the person who had originally been in charge.

Only then did Gavin realize that during the company’s hardest years, many clients hadn’t stayed because of

his name. They had stayed because I had once waited in their offices for more than ten hours at a time, revising proposal after proposal until they were willing to trust the company again.

What he had deleted from the anniversary video wasn’t just a handful of photographs.

It was half the history of how the company had been built.

Gavin told his staff to contact me.

His assistant came back with an update.

“Erin has already joined a company out of state. This morning, she completed her first proposal there using

the project materials she brought with her. And she’s changed her number.”

That same night, Gavin flew out of state.

But when he finally stood outside my new office building, he realized he couldn’t even come up with a reason

to see me.

He was no longer my husband, nor was he the colleague I once worked beside.

All he could do was watch through the glass as I walked out of a conference room with my new team.

I was carrying some files, my expression calm.

I wasn’t crying.

Nor had my life fallen apart, as he had imagined it would, just because I left him.